"I'll be back as soon as I can." Wulfsen promised. He hated to do it but he stood up and ran towards the healing room.

Sileas curled into a ball. "PLease be all right, please be all right, please be all right," she continued whispering. Tears streaked down her cheeks.

"She's right here!" Wulfsen knelt beside Sileas and gently touched her face. "Sileas, I got Difyr. You're going to be all right."

"Hold this." Difyr put the torch in Wulfsen's hand and set down her basket. Her hands gently moved over Sileas, checking for broken bones. "Are you feeling any pain?"

Sileas nodded, her tears still streaming. She heard more footsteps, followed by her mother's voice. "Mama!" she cried out weakly. To Difyr she nodded. "Everything hurts."

Difyr rested her hands on Sileas's belly. "Can you feel your fingers and toes?"

"Yes, I can feel them." She wiggled all of them for emphasis. Hands rested on her shoulders, Sileas gazed up at her mother.

"That's good. No cramping?" Difyr asked.

Wulfsen gently brushed the hair from Sileas's face with his free hand.

"I-I don't think so. But everything else hurts so bad, I'm having trouble distinguishing what pain is from what."

"It doesn't look like anything is broken." Difyr said, taking a bottle from her basket. "Mrs Spenser, could you help Sileas sit up so she can drink this? This is for the pain, Sileas."

"Of course." Brie changed position and gently lifted Sileas so she could accept the medicie.

Difyr tipped the bottle to Sileas's lips and allowed her to drink about a quarter of hte contents before taking the bottle away.

"You should start feeling less pain soon." Difyr said.

"If there's nothing broken, why is there so much pain?" She looked worried. "And the babe?"

"Possibly strained muscles, I'd like to get you inside to get a better look at you after I can determine it's safe to move you." Difyr said. "The babe seems fine for now."

"All right." Sileas relaxed, leaving her one hand over her abdomen. "I can't believe I was so stupid."

"You're not stupid." Wulfsen said, lifting Sileas's free hand and pressed his lips against it. He wanted to know why Sileas was riding her horse but was not sure it was something he wanted to bring up in front of Brighid and the healer.

"I was when I got on a horse knowing I was carrying a babe. One that might be a difficult pregnancy at that," Sileas sighed. "I let my emotions rule me."

"We all act on our emotions sometimes." Wulfsen said, stroking Sileas's cheek with a finger. "You're going to be all right, and so will our child." Wulfsen willed it to be true.

Sileas couldn't help the small smile. He had said our child. No hesitation or thinking on it. It made a small dent in the hurt he had inflicted on her. "Difyr will do everything she can."

Wulfsen noticed the small smile and smiled back.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked.

"The pain is lessening. I will feel better when Difyr confirms the babe is all right."

Wulfsen glanced at his future mother in law and blushed scarlet. He wondered if he should tell her that he and Sileas did not do what it looked like they were going to do or if he should just try to forget the scene he must have made with Sileas in the hall and hope everyone else did the same. He squeezed Sileas's hand.

Brie just rubbed Sileas's shoulder. She spotted Shawn approaching. She cared very little about what had happened in the hall. All she cared about was her daughter and grandchild.

"Hello sir." Wulfsen greeted Shawn.